Clock in, tune out

I'll never get this time back

Staring blankly at a screen

Life being syphoned from me

I broke my back for you

Eight-fifty for my spine

Bled myself dry for you

Eight-fifty for my mind

If you feed the machine

You’ll eventually get bitten by it

Nothing will change

While we’re on minimum rage

The starving masses will blame themselves

The myth of meritocracy is all we know

Lauded over with land and crown

Living in borrowed homes

I broke my back for you

Eight-fifty for my spine

Bled myself dry for you

Eight-fifty for my mind

If you feed the machinе

You’ll eventually get bittеn by it

Nothing will change

While we’re on minimum

Burn it down

Blood as ballast

Bone as timber

Rebuild the homes

They swept away